Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Japan,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.